Of Course We All Know That Morris

As A Teacher, As A Propagandist, Mr. Shaw Is No Good At All, Even In His Own Generation. But As A Personality, He Is Immortal.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.

I Am A Tory Anarchist. I Should Like Everyone To Go About Doing Just As He Pleased - Short Of Altering Any Of The Things To Which I Have Grown Accustomed.

Reverence Is A Good Thing, And Part Of Its Value Is That The More We Revere A Man, The More Sharply Are We Struck By Anything In Him (and There Is Always Much) That Is Incongruous With His Greatness.

It Is Easier To Confess A Defect Than To Claim A Quality.